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jace! - 1900 archie (1900rugrat diss) كلمات أغنية

[intro: 1900rugrat, jace, announcer]
aye n_gga, we in the crib with it
aye n_gga, we in the crib with it
aye n_gga we in the—what the f_ck?
aye, b_tch, aye, b_tch, aye, b_tch, real murda worth sh_t i’m talkin’ ’bout (rrrr, rrrr)
after a long, [?] wait
after trials and tribulations, coming back to redeem his title (you know?)
weighing in at 160 pounds, top kid

[verse: jace]
i’m back in that mode, i’m trying to redeem myself
i know we hate that past public, know he wish he could delete his self
1900 archie, put his ass out, he tryna’ see his self
the only reason he be bringing baby mamas up is ’cause he see his self (b_tch)
you should be on baddies, thе way you showed yo’ ass
rat_rug, rugrat_y, daddy summrs had bought him a valley bag
he say hе a florida jit, but the b_tch act like a cali’ f_g
heard you got yo’ watch took by some hoes, you try to bag they ass (b_tch)
jace a rat? no, rugrat can die on the floor
have him gasping out for air tryna snitch with nowhere left to go
pull up, shoot up 1900 block, leave no one left to smoke
my opps be on toosii d_ck, call him “pookie”, you can be his hoe (b_tch)
you know i heard from asian doll, you is down low (b_tch)
i know you heard ’bout sh_t when he had john [?]
a rat on the rug, if he try to touch grass, mow his lawn low
jace with the braids, but you know i get mad if the beanie hide my ‘fro
we got instagram posts, when you were fat, yo’ b_tch ass hit the wall
rugrat pack, smack off the back, i gag, hittin’ a ghost
matte black, scat pack, mac in the back, i black, tryna’ go rogue
you ain’t blackjack, don’t get hit for standin’ by that door
and don’t talk ’bout my hoe, ’cause you in that boat tryna’ show yo’ hole (p_ssy)
and we got a video of you listenin’ to jace, tryna’ dance, tryna’ hit you a pose
the whites don’t claim you, so you came through, tryna’ sag yo’ clothes (b_tch)
the opps, they claim you f_ck with kids, i hope they die so slow (b_tch)
toosii f_ck—only his hand, and rugrat when he’s home
now i got rugrat low, now i know where rugrats go
sneak in to shows, sneak in my po’, i’m tryna pick and roll
bounce out, pull the trigger on the wigger, i’m like, “how that go?”
you ain’t getting bigger, lil’ wigger, you should end yo’ soul
ask summrs ’bout i_35, he’ll tell you how i roll
lean out the car, steady gettin’ off, i’m tryna hit me a dome
lean back in, he was tryna grab my gun, b_tch you should’ve brought yo’ own (b_tch)
b_tch, hey, b_tch you should’ve brought yo’ own (b_tch)
can the real slim shady stand up, ’cause i f_ck ’round might send the wrong one home
i don’t know how the b_tch tryna come in the game, gang bangin’ and took my flow
ass out, ass out, the wigger is capped out, capped out
and they like “stop jace, he dead now,” and i’m like “no, he ain’t dead yet”
n_gga like “no, not yet now,” and i’m like “no, he ain’t bled yet”
the wigger face ain’t turnin’ red yet, i ain’t even took him in for bed yet (b_tch)
and i would’ve let the b_tch slide, till he hit the internet and said that (b_tch, rrr)
[outro: announcer]
and yet with another outstanding performance
yours truly, top kid

- jace

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